Morning Glory – GS.

 

Waking in each other’s arms, Tommy and Elissa realize this was more than just a one night stand.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment.

Co-written with VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There it was. That gorgeous purr of Elissa’s – Tommy’s sleeping beauty. He wasn’t at all sorry for waking her up. Not when he had the chance to hear her, to see that beautiful smile. With her lying on him and using her arms to prop herself up, he reached around and placed both hands neatly on her buttocks. Nothing better that getting reacquainted with her peachy rear. He absently stroked the soft mounds as he savored the moment. Tommy’s eyes fell upon hers and they were locked in a wonderment at this gorgeous creature in his arms. He had slept so soundly after their bedroom adventures, and now he was feeling bright eyed and bushy tailed. Naturally, he felt a stirring a bit lower but he knew when he had bitten off more than he could chew. As much as he fancied the idea of not getting out of bed for a week, they both had jobs and real lives outside the bedroom door. Then and there Tommy decided that he did want more of this. More of Elissa. A hell of a lot more.

“A guy could get used to this.” Mirth clearly seen as his smile widened. He gave Elissa’s backside a smack before kissing her forehead. She may not be in love with him yet, but he sure as hell was on the road to it. Tommy inhaled the scent of her hair, as again he let his nose move through her locks. He enjoyed her. Not just her body, but her wit, her beauty, and above all her heart. The reporter wanted so much to make it his. This would mean many romantic nights, and he was already planning how to woo her. He’d go all out if he had too. Hopefully it wouldn’t be over the top.

He lifted his head up and then looked down at those ripe red lips. His own parted as he ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth.

“If you don’t get up, I am not going to be able to hold myself back.” A playful warning, sure. They had things to do. Frank to see for one. Tommy didn’t really want to spoil what was a perfect moment, but the weight of the world was now starting to press down.

“Can I borrow a toothbrush?”

~RB~

 

VunG:  Heh, Tommy really was incorrigible wasn’t he? Not that she minded, though right now she felt like she didn’t think that she would be able to handle another go right now. Their wild romp was absolutely amazing though, and as he laid there stroking her, she almost wished that she was able to go again. This would definitely have to be something they did again, she wanted to spend more time with this wonderful man, to get to know him inside and out. That said, right now she was a little preoccupied by his goofy actions, and to his words she smiled charmingly and began drawing circles and figure eights on his chest, propping herself up on her good arm and examining his body again. Tommy was a wonderful, intelligent, compassionate, and downright entertaining person, and she truly enjoyed his company. A whispered “Mmhmm” would be his response to getting used to this; even if this never became romantic, she damn well wanted to stay around him for a long while.

Though, part of her wondered how true those words he’d said about him falling for her were true. It didn’t scare her or anything silly like that, but it was an interesting thought. Well, she’d find out in time, wouldn’t she? After his soft kisses, she looked to him and grinned at his joking threat that he’d likely be unable to hold himself back, rolling her eyes. Flicking his nose lightly, she went ahead and rolled off him, sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching with a silent yawn. His question was a little odd, though when she touched her own teeth with her tongue, she definitely understood why and gave him a nod, getting up herself to head that same direction… though not before stretching again, a few soft cricks coming out. Hrmm… hopefully she wasn’t getting too old, she was only thirty after all. Heh, ‘only’ thirty.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy threw back the sheet and rolled off the bed to be standing up straight. He arched his back, placing his hands down at the small of his back – still naked as the day he was born. A few light stretches and he thudded over to the bathroom, where a welcoming shower awaited. Tommy still had his change of clothes in a small sports bag, since he never got dressed the first time he tried that morning. The sound of the hot water jets on the tiles, followed by the glass sliding panel gliding across was the clues that Tommy wasn’t waiting for any invitations. Snatching up the soap, he lathered his torso and lower regions well, whistling as he did so. He tipped his head under the shower nozzle, and soaked his hair right through. His silhouette could just be made out through the opaque glass door, and every so often you would see either his forearm or his backside pressed against it. It wasn’t the biggest shower cubicle in the world, but then again, Tommy was not a small man. Steam soon filled the bathroom, as Tommy scrubbed, washed and cleansed himself from his wild tryst with Elissa.

The door finally slid back, allowing yet another cloud of steam to escape. The bathroom mirror was now completely fogged up, yet that didn’t bother Tommy. Without even drying himself down, he stepped across to the vanity and found a new toothbrush. Elissa must change them regularly, he thought to himself. Happily, he started brushing his teeth, his naked body dripping water onto the floor. It was moments like these you could see that Tommy wasn’t exactly polished. Any sane woman would be barking at him to clean up the floor, in case someone slipped.

Spitting out a mouthful of toothpaste foam, he wiped his hand in a circle in the mirror and checked his teeth -baring them at the reflection in the mirror. Looking good. His hair was a shaggy mess of wet locks, and he shook his head twice before letting it settle in place.

That was enough for him.

Snatching up a towel, he hung it loosely around his hips and strolled back into the bathroom, jerking his thumb back at the mess he left.

“Shower’s free.”

He bent over the sports bag and unzipped it, looking for his clothes. Shirt, pants, jocks, socks….nah, he wasn’t going to wear the tie today. His towel dropped to the floor, as he bent over to start putting on his undies. Giving Elissa, one hell of a view.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa would be a little slower to get moving, but she was more than happy to watch Tommy’s journey to the bathroom, watching his fine booty all the while. Eventually she would get the worst of her kinks out and walk over to the bathroom, also stark naked and not really caring since, you know, this was her house. Her eyes trailed over his sihlouette while he went about washing, perhaps feeling a little weird about how voyeuristic she was being, but considering what had just happened didn’t particularly care. He was a touch small for that shower though… granted she wasn’t the biggest person ever so perhaps that was more his fault. Oh well. Eventually she would go about brushing her own teeth, still watching him the whole while, and once finished would start getting out the stuff to replace her bandage, though waiting until she had showered to do so.

When he got out, she would go ahead and get out of his way, though would get distracted when she realized that he was pretty much making a slippery mess out of her floor. Well, guess house manners were the one bit of training that he didn’t come with; she could live with that. Sighing in good humor, she tossed a towel over to the affected area and signed to him, ~Your mess, your work.~

Of course, as he mentioned that the shower was free, she was about to head in herself when she turned just in time to see him moving to put his underwear on, his wonderful posterior proudly displayed for her. Grinning wickedly, she darted over quickly, and gave him a frighteningly strong smack on the bum, leaving a bright red handprint for him. Of course, she didn’t wait for ‘retaliation,’ which she was certain would come, she just darted over to the shower and stuck his tongue out at him as she closed the door. With that, she went about the process of cleaning herself up from their bit of love making, also perfectly visible in silhouette as she went. Actually, if Tommy stuck around the bathroom to watch, she might start dancing a little for him; nothing masterful, but he wasn’t the only one that had some moves.

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~WHACK!~

The sudden stinging sensation of a right royal spanking had Tommy stand upright in a flash. Wow, and did it sting. He instantly reached around to touch his now glowing ass cheek, his mouth having fallen open in surprise. She smacked him! And not just a love pat, this was like a horse bite. “You cheeky bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, rubbing his now throbbing backside. It was going to leave a mark for sure. Elissa was not only daring, she was speedy too. Having done the deed and then zipped across the floor to find refuge in the shower cubicle, not before poking out her tongue playfully. Tommy couldn’t help but smirk at her wicked ways. He was half tempted to rip off his undies and join her in that shower for another romp, but he knew that he had already bitten off more than he could chew in that department. They couldn’t spend the next few days fucking. Or could they? He did consider it for a moment. This brought about a small chuckle, which he quickly recovered from.

“I know where you live.” What a retort. Of course he did. He was standing in her bathroom. Slowly, Tommy continued with getting dressed, but he also kept one eye on the shower – and why not. He was keen to watch her cleanse that gorgeous body of hers. As he pulled on his pants, his eyes kept looking up at her…watching. Reaching for his shirt, he threaded his arms in….again slowly as he was in no hurry to leave. He left the top button undone, but tucked his shirt into this pants and threaded on a belt. Soon he was pretty much ready for the day. If only every morning could be this good.

 

A man could get used to it.

He leaned against the vanity with his palms resting on the marble top, drumming his fingers along the edging. Waiting for another peek at what he now considered to be his girl. Part of him was still worried that she would see this as just a one night thing. Only time would tell if she would ask him for more.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

 

Reminiscing – SS.

 

Dressing for the Ball of Greed brings about smiles and memories.  Some that the Good Doctor had locked away forever.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne hadn’t expected Loc to start spinning her like a toy, but it happened regardless. Her body went spinning around the room wildly until Loc finally stopped her. The fact he started to hold her in a rather loving embrace was interesting to say the least, but it wasn’t something that bothered her. Him staring at her boobs wasn’t surprising considering his previous actions, and if anything it was flattering. “You really like these things don’t you?” Her head tilted forward to look down at her own chest after she spoke. She wasn’t sure what the Doctor and Narcissa were up to, but she was becoming more and more curious.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Guest room

Wilhelm offered a light smile when Narcissa became excited over the offered dresses. It wasn’t easy to find a dress for a girl of such gigantic proportions. Fortunately, the Doctor kept good stock, better than any department store. It didn’t surprise the Doctor in the least that Narcissa would find favor with the black number that featured silver trimming. Dotted with pieces or fragments of metal, it radiated the light like tiny diamonds upon a black velvet night. Holding the dress firmly between his finger tips so that it would not drag on the ground, Wilhelm’s temperament altered slightly. The Frankenstein like creature was bubbling over with excitement as she wriggled out of her lab coat. Her cries of “This one, this one.” Making him chuckle. The creature tore the dress right out from his hold and then slipped it over h er bandage covered body. The dress truly as the perfect fit, even if it did accentuate her bosom a little more than it should. Struggling to reach the zipper, Narcissa looked awkward, like she needed to have double joints to reach. Ever the gentleman, Wilhelm offered to get in behind her and do her zip up for her. His long black nails caught the zipper catch and slowly he brought the zip up till it reached the top. A small clasp needed to be tapped together, and the Doctor made sure it was on firmly. Giving it a light pat when done, he stood back and enthused. “You truly will be the Belle of the Ball.” The Doctor meant every word, before he himself realized it was time to get ready. “Why don’t you go and see how Roxanne is fairing, my dear.” If she took him at his word, he would open the door for her to go and find the odd couple. Once she was gone, the Doctor let out a small sigh. His eyes darted across the room to a picture of a beautiful woman. The one that he had planned to spend the rest of eternity with….the one that he managed to save from death…..just.

Hell’s Kitchen – The Fitting room

“You really like these things don’t you?” Roxanne asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. The Creation was practically hypnotized by the sight of them and the poor girl was going to need a bib to cover them if the soldier kept drooling on them. “Loc…like!” Stating the obvious. Loc managed to tear his gaze away from Roxanne’s bosom to her face. He seemed to realize he had been holding her in the same pose for a while now, and finally decided to put her down. With all the bandages removed, they were on a pile on the floor, and now it was Roxanne’s turn to get dressed up. Loc was all fit and ready to go.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s frequent turning slowed to a stop, her head bobbling slightly as though she were dizzy. Luckily enough, the Good Doctor was quite the gentleman, as he stepped behind her to help zip up the fine looking dress. The female monster held up her long, blue locks of hair so none would snag in the meantime. “Thank you, Doctor!” she said lightheartedly. The light patting on her back was pleasant, giving a softness to her smile for a moment. She dropped her arms, hair falling back into place over the back of her dress. She turned to face the man as he complimented her beauty. Narcissa wasn’t quite one piece; not normal by any means…but it was lovely to be seen as such by someone. Her fingers lifted to brush against the long since stitched part of her face, running from her cheek across her nose, and to the bone of the other. Blue eyes lifted to see Wilhelm’s face while he suggested checking on Roxanne. The idea was more than enough to excite the Frankensteinian girl.

“Okay!” she said simply, brightening up. As chipper as ever, she waited for the Doctor to open the door for her, and gave him a wave before running through to look for the couple. He had sent them to the fitting room…she knew where that was! It only took a few minutes before she arrived in the doorway. “Roxanne!” she sang out in the woman’s favorite tune. The song the lab had often played simply for enjoyment. She lifted her arms to show her excitement, a rather wide grin placed over her lips. “We found one that fits!” She danced across the floor, holding onto an invisible partner. She came to a stop in front of Loc and looked him up and down quite obviously with slightly wide eyes and with a mouth gaping open. “You did really good!” Narcissa told the nurse. “He looks good!”

Temp:  Roxanne was actually starting to find the attention Loc gave her…desirable. Feeling desired and being fawned over felt very nice, even from someone like Loc. She knew he was attracted to her, and was even more so attracted to her boobs. It wasn’t like she never got compliments or looks before, but this was different. Something felt wrong, or missing from her life. She had always found herself to be happy and cheerful regardless of what was going on, but maybe that was a bad thing. There was never anything she did for herself. She was a creation of sorts, and she had an owner, so such a thing wasn’t something that was normally considered. For the first time she could remember, she was starting to feel…depressed.

Narcissa joining her and Loc went unnoticed for a fair bit of time. Roxanne stood completely still and simply stared at the floor with her head tilted down. Why hadn’t the Doctor picked out a dress for her? Why did he want her to go with someone else? Why was she even feeling this way? Her thoughts were all over the place, but she would eventually snap out of it thanks to Narcissa’s constant enthusiasm.“You can pick out a dress for me if you’d like, Narcissa.” Maybe that would help make Narcissa more excited and happy. She knew that her being made use of was thrilling to her, and she loved the silly girl, so why not make her happy? If the Doctor wanted to go with her then so be it. Narcissa was a lovely creature. She deserved it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Doctor’s chambers

~I sold my soul for one last dance……….~

The doctor had purposely sent Narcissa to check on Roxanne and Loc. He wanted time alone and wandered down the hall to his own chambers – the one place where he had absolute solitude. The doctor never allowed his creatures or creations to enter this place. Even Igor had not been beyond the door. Why, you might wonder?

Undoing the lock, the doctor turned the handle and then entered his suite. A black velvet curtain covered the entrance to the inner domain to block out the light from the hall. To also stop peering eyes. What the creations didn’t know of the Doctor was a dark secret. Sure, he showed his best side when in their company. The Doctor was the Creator, a man of great talent and skill that was unsurpassed by many in his field. His contemporaries in the ‘other’ world all thought he was a crazed lunatic. The idea of reanimation of dead tissue to be science fiction. His theories mocked and his ideas laughed at. Oh, but how wrong they were.

The room was unlike anything else in Hell’s kitchen. A large four poster bed was at one end, that looked like it had not been slept in. A tall floor mirror stood to one side with a woman’s dressing table with three mirrors and a black satin covered stool. On the dresser were a brush set with ivory handles all laid out neatly, a silver jewel box that when you opened had a ballerina that twirled around to a delightful tune. The doctor walked over to stand before the mirror, not bothering to look up – but instead he was staring at the jewel box. He lifted the lid as the ballerina started to dance. Slowly twirling in time to the tune. The doctor closed his eyes tight, as though the song brought back memories…of when she used to dance. Of when….they used to dance.

 

~Haunting voice~ “You have two left feet, Wil.”

A tear ran down the Doctor’s face as he started to dance with his lover in his mind.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

 

Hugo and Ines.

No words are needed for this.  Simply hilarious.

Lee Michelle(이미쉘) – Without you(위드아웃 유)

 

Time for today’s song.  I know lately I have been posting up some AMV, and today something quite beautiful I discovered from Korea.  By Lee Michelle, this is Without you.  The video clip is simply breath taking, and Lee’s vocal talent is superb.  Please enjoy, “Without You.”

 

Geureon nuneuro boji ma
Geureon chakgak hajido ma
Geugeon neoui ohaeya
Geureon saenggak hajido ma
Neul nunmure salgo maeil hansum naeswieodo
Jeongmal ihaega an dwae
Baby baby baby boy
Neoui son noko dareun sonjabado
Neoboda naeun neorangeun dareun
Sarang badeul su isseo

I’m beautiful without you
I’m meaningful without you
Neo eobsido areumdawo
Ijen jigyeowo neo gateun geon

I’m beautiful without you
I’m meaningful without you
Nan geuraedo areumdawo
Neoege sarang batji motaesseodo nan

Without you without you
Without you baby
Without you without you

Nan neomu hwaga na
Da neocheoreom geuraesseo Baby
Na ije neoreul jiugo nunmul dakkgoseo
Neoboda naeun neorangeun dareun
Sarang badeul su isseo

I’m beautiful without you
I’m meaningful without you
Neo eobsido areumdawo
Ijen jigyeowo neo gateun geon

I’m beautiful without you
I’m meaningful without you
Nan geuraedo areumdawo
Neoege sarang batji motaesseodo nan

Nae gyeote nega eobseodo (Without you)
Utjanha (Without you)
Ijen amureochido (Without you)
Nunmuldo heureuji anha nan (Without you)

Without you neo eobsi nan gwaenchanha

I’m beautiful without you
I’m meaningful without you
Neo eobsido areumdawo
Ijen jigyeowo neo gateun geon

I’m beautiful without you
I’m meaningful without you
Nan geuraedo areumdawo
Neoege sarang batji motaesseodo nan

Without you
Without you
Without you baby
Without you

 

The Black Halo – BC.

 

The mystery of Selina’s past was slowly coming to light.  Joel and Ava would need to do more however to help the girl.  Did the Library hold the clues?

Scene setting : The City Library – Blood City.

Co-written with Temp and Gene.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Joel kept his composure as the young girl before him was practically falling apart. The shock at his words, that she was now in a time that was six centuries from her own, had her tearful and visibly upset. It was hard for even the Teacher to comprehend, but the truth was she was not of this era. Now, she couldn’t possibly be a time traveler if she didn’t know what century she was even in. This was why Joel asked her what the last thing she remembers. It could give clues as to who she was…or what.

“What doth I remember? Blood…Dark…and death…the death of mine coven…mine family.”

~Coven?….Dark?….Blood? The death of her family.~

Joel’s eyes widened at this. If what she was saying was true, then Selina was a witch. The teacher opened his mouth as though to say something but then quickly snapped it shut when he saw that Ava was seated out of ear shot, and had the attention of a male just across from her. He was unsure if the male worked at the library, or was a student. Joel didn’t recall him from the school or any of the neighboring shopping districts. Either way, he didn’t feel like explaining everything to a stranger, if the chap should try and engage conversation with them.

Thankfully, Ava headed over and motioned for the pair to follow her deeper into the Library. This wasn’t a bad idea, as Joel had already formulated a plan to find out EXACTLY who Selina was.

As the trio walked through the aisles of books, Joel said to Ava.

“We need to find out if there is anything here in the public records of a fifteenth century family of witches. A coven, in this very city.”

Joel was sure, that if they got more evidence of the existence of a coven, or Selina’s family, it may well have clues as to what happened to the family, and more importantly how Selina was here in this time, as though she had awoken from a curse.

Looking down at Selina thoughtfully, Joel tried to reassure her. “We are going to find your family in this age, and hopefully, they will be able to look after you. Surely, there are descendants.”

There had to be.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Selina had remained in her fragile state since the moment she started crying. At first she had no idea what the tears were for, but the facts slowly bled forth from her true self. Everything she had ever loved and held dear had been taken away from her. Her coven, her family, all burned, brutalized, murdered…but why did she remain? That fact wasn’t brought forth from her true self, unfortunately. All she really knew in this form were the things she was allowed to know, which meant a lot of answers were sealed away from her. This was most likely due to her awakened self not wanting to be further suppressed due to some kind of sensitive information. The one thing her awakened self had no control over was outsiders and their influence. Joel seemed determined to find information on her and her past, while Ava’s motives remained uncertain. She looked up at Joel with that same sad expression, her eyes dropping less tears now than before. “The Black…Halo…” The three words had been bouncing about her head wildly ever since she first lost control, and had been taken over by her true form. Was this the name of her coven? It seemed important to her when she spoke it, so surely it held some sort of importance.

 

Gene:  

It did not occur to Ava that the conversation between Joel and Selina might have been of importance. Though, her need to calm down seemed to be more important. As the three walked, Ava opened her mouth to ask what they had spoken about; however Joel seemed to have other things on his mind. After hearing him, her mouth snapped shut.

Witches? Coven? This was all too familiar; Ava wasn’t even sure if there was a coven in the city – well if there was a coven currently in the city. She gave Selina a horrified look when Joel reassured her.

“You’re a witch?” Luckily, her tone was more hushed than before. Her eyes weren’t full of disbelief. Instead, they were full of shock. It made sense, which was the worst part for Ava. Magic might be able to explain Selina’s origins. With each step, her acceptance of the fact that Selina came from the fifteenth century sunk in. Was she immortal? Were there even immortality spells? If so, Ava hadn’t encountered any.

“You’re a witch…” Ava repeated what she had said, expect it was a statement, “Okay. The Back Halo,” She chewed the inside of her cheek and nodded. The name was unfamiliar to her.
“What makes you think we’ll find anything to do with Witches, especially public records? Wouldn’t they hide themselves?” Witches had many stories dedicated to them; many of the recent ones were born after the period where Witch hunts were popular. Since then and now, Witches became nothing more than stories or superstition.

 

“Hello Humans!” – GS.

 

With breakfast almost done, Frank and Isolde are about to make a move.  What is waiting for them out on the street?  Oh, you’ll never believe it.

Scene setting : Jax’s Coffee House

Co-written with Chor and Temp.

 

Chor:  Isolde felt a sort of release as she talked about herself. These were things even Khalil barely knew, which showed just how private and alone she kept. At the mention of the horse-back riding, a huge grin found itself to Frank’s lips, surprising Isa. What had she said? He spoke then, about his grandparents and their horse farm.

Her Aunt Scherze had a few horses, mostly unbroken save for Doof. Her aunt named the horse because it was clearly suffering from some sort of mental disorder, but it was the gentlest horse there and during her vacations to Germany Isa loved to ride the red roan appaloosa filly on cool Sunday mornings before Gran would drag them off to church, always complaining that Isolde smelled of manure. When Isa was eleven, she received a call saying that Doof had passed away. His brain had been riddled with cancer for many years and they thought it best to put him down rather than let him suffer any longer.

Isolde put food in her mouth so Frank didn’t seem like the only one eating. Really she was deep in thought until he spoke again, having finished his meal. She looked down to her half-eaten plate and back up, grinning. Her? A catch? The idea of it made her want to laugh, but she didn’t. A light blush had come over her cheeks and she pretended to wipe her bare lips to cover it.

“I would propose then…that you tie together all of these hideous hooded sweatshirts. T’would make a better net than a wardrobe in my opinion,” Isolde shot back to him, listening to him laugh at his little joke. She had not let it die liek he had probably intended. Finishing her meal in a couple more bites, Isolde went to her coffee, sipping it cautiously as it was still the slightest bit hot.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Perhaps I could tie together the hoodies, but I can tell that you aren’t overly keen on them. Be more of a deterrent if anything.” This was said with absolute honesty. Why Frank even kept that box in the closet was a mystery, but he wasn’t one that tended to throw things away. Like his marriage. His behavior didn’t help him there, but if he had the chance all over Frank may have done things differently. Though, it was one way of finding out what his ex was truly like. It is the rough patches in marriage that test our love. If the foundation is weak to start with, it has no chance of lasting. Isa thankfully played along with Frank’s banter which only helped to create a more relaxing breakfast – from what had earlier been something out of a Jackass movie. You would honestly have to wonder if Frank knew anything about women at all by the way he acted. The real reason was more caution if anything. He wasn’t a player like Tommy. Frank was more one for keeps, if you could put up with his God awful puns and strange habits. The Frank that sat opposite Isa was a far cry from his youth. The young forensics officer might be surprised to know that back in the day Frank was a real risk taker and something of a rebel. How times and events shape and mold us.

Now that the pair were onto their coffee, the meals having being eaten; Frank took out his wallet and placed out a few notes to pay for their breakfast. He wouldn’t accept Isa paying her share, since he believed a man should pay for the woman when dining out.

Stuffing his wallet back into his jacket, Frank mused on what Tommy was up to. No call back. The detective hoped he was okay. Elissa too. Maybe they should pay her a visit, to check on her shoulder.

“Fancy going over to El’s?”

Course Isa would know he meant Elissa. Frank still felt terribly responsible for her injuries. The girl didn’t deserve what happened.

~RB~

 

Chor:  
Isolde laughed at his reply to her suggestion.

“Ja, I’d likely asphyxiate on the fabric from being surrounded by such hideously over-bright colours,” she replied, still chuckling as she took one last sip from her coffee. As he placed the money for the check, Isa frowned. He’s already spent an awful lot on her and she can tell he’s suffering from some financial hardship, so while she is not it feels wrong to let him pay.

“That sounds fine to me,” Elissa said with a shrug, but also looking down at how guilty her outfit would look. Actually? Fuck it; she doesn’t live for what anyone else thinks. She gestured for them to go with a smile as the waitress cleaned their table behind them. As they walked out, she secretly slipped enough cash in bills to cover her meal cost into his pocket. You learn all sorts of things living in the city. Suddenly, as if a cloud had lifted, a thought came to Isa. How in hell could she have forgotten?

“You know I’ve got a car, right?” she asked him, wondering. She bought the car immediately after school and has had it ever since. It was currently sitting in the parking garage near the station. They needn’t take a cab everywhere. She didn’t really mind it, but it would certainly save some cash in their wallets from the stingy cabbies of New York.

 

Temp:  Xillia had moved from Times Square, venturing further into the city completely aimlessly. There wasn’t much that she wanted to do at the moment other than explore her surroundings. Studying the humans that inhabited the planet would be something she did along the way. There would likely be all sorts of different opportunities to do so, considering how many of them there were. She had already managed to gather quite a crowd, most of which was continuing to follow her through the streets.

Eventually she wound up in an area she’d never really seen before. The only references to places she had were things from movies and pictures, which she had acquired on her home world. Even though she was lost, she really hadn’t decided on any one destination, so it meant little to her. What did meant a lot to her was greeting every human she saw. Being such a tall creature had it’s advantages, especially when you were looking for things smaller than you. She spotted two humans near what seemed to be a restaurant, which she then started to walk towards. As soon as she was close to the two, she offered them both a happy wave and a bright smile.“Hello humans! Your planet is wonderful!” Was that the kind of compliment that would appeal to them? Who knows.